Friday, July 13, 2012

Lo.Lee.Ta

Lo.Lee.Ta

“Lolita, light of my life, fire
of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of
three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo,
in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She
was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was
always Lolita.” (V.Nabokov)